Bearclaw Valley i wake up crying, you're making rain

hoping for bearclaw people!

something came over her and she is gone in the stormy night. she is positive that her sisters will notice. she is positive they might worry when the realization hit them. yet still she stood here miles and miles away. gold eyes wide as she stared up at the valley walls.

she could smell many things here. not so different from the collection of scents like kvarsheim. it is enough to give her a pause. she did not dare cross over as if she is only a spirit held back by a salt wall.

Golden eyes, honeysuckle fur- and youth that made the girl likely not much older than Ameline’s own children. The wary guardian measured what she could see of the stranger from where she crouched in the grasses, and found the hand that often rested close to the trigger was withdrawn, stayed by the young woman’s youth.

She smelled of a pack- of Kvarsheim. She exhaled softly, but wasn’t sure if she felt relief or disappointment. After all, she had always enjoyed the Redtail method of “chase first, ask questions later.”

She emerged from her hiding spot and approached, her tail fanning the air behind her. You’ve come to Bearclaw Valley, She said. She sniffed again. From Kvarsheim, Her tone brightened, her mien softened. Got any newth? After all, the pack had seemed keen for some time to have a hunt in the fall- perhaps this was their invitation.

just a cameo

a stranger.

adalynn follows just behind her mother up until a distance. 
though this girl is months older than her, the silver princess stands mighty.

an outsider. 
who knows what they may bring. icy cold eyes squint with disdain yet curiosity.

it's a woman. she is speaking but all petal can think is will dahlia look like this when she's older? gold-necklaced and streamlined. beautiful and strong.

you're beautiful, it is true genuine awe and it is out before she even thought on it.

something about kvarsheim had been said, but it had been forgotten just as quickly. besides, she does not truly feel like one of them. how could she have said anything on their behalf?

then there is a wisp of something like shining ice behind the woman. a girl. her heart wedges up in her throat. suddenly she felt like reality was coming back to her.

if adalynn isn't supposed to be spotted, lemme know! :)

The girl is gifted with a smile- something hard-won by most other strangers. 

Thankth, She replied with a light nod, But that ain’t newth, She said with a tone buoyant with amusement. I’m Ameline, A shift of the wind tells her that her glacier-eyed daughter wasn’t far away. She considered introducing her, but decided to leave it to Adalynn’s discretion. 

What’th your name? She asks next, wondering if the girl has recovered enough to speak.

mother's tension leaves her shoulders. ada remains hesitant, encroaching slowly and hiding underneath the strong pillars that was her mother's legs. perhaps she was too big to keep hiding under there, though.

her cold gaze does not warm up even when so close. hello. the girl says only after she'd stared at the stranger — she reeks of other strangers. she's going to stink up the valley if she stays, but adalynn holds her tongue.

ameline.

it is so good a name, she thinks. like her mother. reverie. it sounded so whimsical and beautiful, something that belonged more in a story.

petal is...petal. a name that feels more like a part of something rather than whole. she doesn't hate it, but she suddenly wonders if it's good enough for these two.

petal. she finally sputtered out after the girl spoke her own hello. you're beautiful, too. she offers with flushed cheeks.

Petal. 

Flowery and dainty, just like the girl herself. Still no news from Kvarsheim, but a compliment so earnest in nature that it made Ameline smile. Petal seemed almost star-struck in their company; it buoyed her mood. Of course Adalynn was beautiful- she came from good stock.

That maketh three of uth then, Three pretty wolves. Tho, Petal: what bringth you out thith way?